There is something about sunrises
That turn the world green and gold
They wake the birds who chirp and sing
They replace with new, the old
There is something about the contrast
Of the light behind the trees
The morning draws a picture
With the darkened limbs and leaves
There is something about the song
In the quiet of the morning
Interrupted by sharp chirping
The dance of the new day dawning
There's something about the smallness
Of this big, round planet
That makes you tilt your head and wonder
What you've taken for granted
So just remember while the sun is rising
You can surely bet
That somewhere on this small, round planet
Someone is watching it set
Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
There is something about sunrises
That turn the world green and gold
They wake the birds who chirp and sing
They replace with new, the old
There is something about the contrast
Of the light behind the trees
The morning draws a picture
With the darkened limbs and leaves
There is something about the song
In the quiet of the morning
Interrupted by sharp chirping
The dance of the new day dawning
There's something about the smallness
Of this big, round planet
That makes you tilt your head and wonder
What you've taken for granted
So just remember while the sun is rising
You can surely bet
That somewhere on this small, round planet
Someone is watching it set
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